Yes, it's a front door. At this stage, however, it has all the integrity of a Hollywood film set. It's hanging by a clamp. Do I care? No. Every day after work, I drive in to something closely resembling a home. The novelty has yet to wear off.
Inside house looking north-east. There's Phil in the centre, drilling something.
Now imagine, if you will, bi-fold french doors with louvres.
And the latest shot, hot from the camera: the dream team, poised on their scaffolding,
attack the challenging western face with a vengeance.
Not a bad day's work, wouldn't you agree?
Wendy
And I'll tell you something else about Darryl.
He gives good swill.
Hamlet
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